The tiniest details are always so interesting . . . the lens here is an old one, probably from the 70s. It is an Elicar manual focus macro lens, which can do a 1:1. I think it is very similar to the Nikon 55mm macro. It has a great feel to it, and the beauty of this lens is its diversity – use it like a standard 50-55mm or use it as a macro. One of my favorites!
Where I live, there are few places that are damp or lush. Here, in the undergrowth of the riparian woodland, alongside a creek (or nearby to avoid the poison oak) these tiny flowers grow, only to fade away as summer approaches.
A riparian zone or area is the interface between land and a river or stream, per Wikipedia. In California, it is a woodland which is rich in biodiversity, with trees, shrubs, and ferns, along with an abundance of wildlife, such as birds, squirrel, and deer. The creeks they are near sometimes run dry in the summer. The woodlands are a cool retreat from hot summers, but can be burned to a crisp in a severe wildfire. For me, they are a bit of heaven – a space away from the subdivisions and roads of settled California.
How we wait for rain, watch the clouds, hope for a trickle to end the tireless cycle of drought.
A field of yellow up the hillside . . .
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